I remind myself this isn’t the Stone Age. That women work in finance too. I’m letting my insecurities get the best of me. I recall a few times my mom taking me out for ice cream, and we’d always end up passing by my father's office and sitting outside. I’d eat my ice cream while she watched to see who might be coming and going from his office. I pretended not to know what she was really up to. I’d overheard a few of their fights, so I understood exactly what she was doing. My father always denied he was cheating, but even I thought he was full of baloney.
My lack of experience when it comes to men doesn't help matters. Logan is really the only man I’ve ever dated. My father kept a pretty tight leash on me until Logan came along. It’s a terrible thing to think, but I’m pretty sure the only reason my father was so okay with Logan is because it was clear from the very start he had money. Once my father found that out, all of a sudden he wasn’t demanding I be home by a certain time or grilling Logan when he came to pick me up. He was more shoving me out the door.
When I hear the shower come on, I double check to make sure Harley is asleep before I surround him with a wall of pillows and slip from the bed. I pull off Logan’s shirt I’m wearing and head into the bathroom.
Logan lifts his head, turning my way the second I step inside. I swear the man has super hearing. I can never sneak up on him even if it’s to only surprise him in the shower. I fight not to blush, but it’s useless. We’ve been married a little under a year, and I’m still a bit shy about walking around naked.
He watches through the glass as I slip my fingers into the front of my panties, pulling them down my legs and tossing them away. I grab the handle to the door, pulling it open. He grabs me the second I step into the shower and pulls me to him. My feet leave the floor as he lifts me, pinning me to the shower wall. His mouth begins devouring mine. God, I’ve missed him.
“Logan.” I moan when his mouth starts to travel down my neck. “Put me down.” I wiggle in his hold, but he doesn’t budge.
“No.” He nips at my ear, his cock pressing into my stomach. A thrill courses through me at his refusal.
“Logan. I want to try something.” As much as I love his refusal to put me down, I really want to do this for him. I’ve wanted to try this for a while now. I actually think it’s a bit strange that he’s never let me do it before.
“What do you want to try?” He reluctantly puts me back down on my feet but doesn’t release me from his hold.
I run my fingers up his broad chest. The man is at least three times bigger than I am. When I met him, I was shocked when he told me he worked in finance. I was sure he was one of those football men or did something athletic.
I wrap my hand around his cock, loving the way he feels in my hand. He reaches out, pressing one of his hands to the wall, bracing himself as I start to stroke him. How can I have been married to this man for almost a year and only touched his cock this way a few times?
“Sugar.” A deep rumble comes from him. I see his jaw tick.
“Am I doing it wrong? You seem mad. You can show me what you like.” I watch him closer, and I know he’s trying to get himself to relax. That control he holds on to so tightly begins to slip.
“Everything you do is perfect.”
“Then why don’t you like it?” I ask. “Why don’t you let me ...” I lick my lips, pushing myself to continue. “Suck your cock,” I whisper. Logan’s eyes fall closed for a long moment. He takes a deep breath.
“Say it again,” he orders. When he opens his eyes again, something is different. “Say it,” he barks.
“Can I suck your cock?”
His other hand lifts from off my hip to come to my chin. He pulls down, making my mouth open.
“You think you can fit me into your mouth?” He pushes his thumb inside before I can answer him. Without thinking, I close my lips around his thumb and suck as hard as I can, hollowing out my cheeks. I twirl my tongue around it at the same time. He suddenly pulls his thumb out. “Where did you learn that?” Now he really looks pissed.
“I read it in a book.”
“On your knees now,” he grits out, still sounding upset. I drop down before him without question. “Lock your fingers together behind your back.” Again, I do as he tells me. My body hums with so much need. With each order he gives, the more turned on I get. “Open,” he says as he presses the head of his cock past my lips.
He’s right. It is a fight to get him into my mouth. He stretches my lips wide. Once he’s got half of his cock in, he lets go to brace himself with both hands against the shower wall.
“Fuck you’re beautiful with your mouth wrapped around my cock.” He pulls out and thrusts back inside. I moan around him. This is so different from anything else we’re ever done. He’s using me. And I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. “You like sucking cock, sugar?” His dirty words have me squeezing my thighs together.
I moan around his cock. A grunt leaves him. He closes his eyes again for a long moment. I use my tongue this time, running it along him. His eyes fly back open, something inside him finally snapping. He starts to really move this time, thrusting in and out of my mouth faster now. I gag when he hits the back of my throat. But he doesn't stop. If anything, he goes even faster and deeper.
“Going to come.” To my surprise, he pulls out of my mouth. He wraps his hand around his cock and begins to pump himself. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
I do as he says. I hadn’t realized I’d even closed it. “Stick it all the way out.”
The head of his cock brushes my tongue as he starts to come. He pumps his cock, spraying his cum into my mouth. I keep my lips parted as I watch him. I press my thighs together, needing relief so badly. His salty sweetness fills my mouth. I take every drop he gives me.
“Swallow.” I close my mouth, swallowing him down. He brushes the head of his cock against my lips. “Open. I want to see that it’s all gone.”
I open wide for him, sticking my tongue out.
“Fuck me.” He reaches for me, lifting me off my feet. I wrap around him. His cock rubs against my sex. I whimper. “That turned you on? Me using you?” He kisses me, not letting me answer him. For some reason, I think he’s scared to hear my response.
4
Logan
The meeting with Clevenger, head of the Brotherhood, is at eight in the morning. I hate to leave Quinn sleeping, but I wore her out last night. She lost count of her orgasms, but I didn’t. Seven wasn’t nearly enough, not when she’d sucked my cock like a filthy little angel in the shower. But she’d passed out after the seventh, so I let her rest.
“Morning.” Ben greets me as I stride into the ground floor of one of the largest buildings in town. “This is bullshit, by the way.”
“I know.” I don’t want to meet with Clevenger now or ever. But I’m already walking a knife’s edge after hanging up on Sister Jezebel last night. Sometimes I wonder if Clevenger is a figurehead and she’s the real brains behind the operation.
We stride to the elevator bank, fully aware of the immense amount of firepower all around us. This entire building is controlled by the Brotherhood. The blood-thirstiest assassins on the planet call this place home.